'For the time being, my name is John Paul. My real name is Jon Doe as no one know who I really am, not even me. I do not remember much of my past other than walking away from a crash around the age of five. I do not know what kind of crash it was or who else was in it, just that it was some type of crash.'
'I was found by the police a few hours later, walking on the side of the road. Five years later, after no one taking me in, I ran away from the orphanage to find my mom and dad. Hours later, tired and hungry, I walked up to a house and knocked on the door for help. For some strange reason, the man who answered, seemed to know my first name and he ushered me inside where a woman also called me by my first name and told me to get washed up for supper. A twelve year old boy and a fourteen year old girl, members of the family also seemed to know me. This family I had stumbled upon genuinely believed I belonged there as a family member. Only, it did not feel like home....'
I looked up from the journal that I had found in what seemed to have been my room, confused and frustrated. "How did they know my name?" I wondered, quietly. "They all seemed to have known everything about me, even the fact I loved my pizza with vegetables but not meat." I sighed. "What's more curious is that, within the first hour of being in their home, I also knew everything about them but it feels more like a remembered dream than an actual memory.
It was a strange mystery, one that frustrated and confused me to the point I wanted to scream. "Could this family, am i really Jon Paul?" I whispered to myself. I shook my head. "If so, why doesn't it feel like home?"
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